User blog:Colby Wildscutt/Character Vander Stabbes

Name: Vander Stabbes

Species: Hare

Age: Roughly thirty seasons

Gender: Male

Eye colour: Blue-grey

Fur: Greyish brown, wavy

Appearance: Vander is a well-build hare of imposing height and girth. He walks like a prowling lion, each step calculated to give the most balance and dexterity. His moustachios are waxed and curled and he also has a few curls in his sideburns.

Clothing: Vander favours a kilt, two belts crossed over his chest to stick weapons in, or other useful items, though his weapon of choice is his fists.

Weapons: A sword, sheathed at his waist, and two dirks, one sheathed at his waist, the other behind his shoulder.

Personality: Vander is like a slumbering dragon, a dormant volcano, only needing to be awakened to unleash its full fury. He is generally laid back and isn't hotheaded, nor easily angered. He has a deep, booming laugh, which he uses quite regularly. He has a taste for wines. A beast would not want to anger him while drunk, for that is when the fires erupt.

Skills: Vander has skills in scouting, tracking, boxing, melee weapons, herblore and farming

Occupation: Scout

Relations: Wyndel Stabbes (father), Victoria Stabbes (mother), Ansa Stabbes (younger sister)

History: Vander had a spark in him from the moment he was born. As a young leveret, he was always in trouble, causing fights and a general ne'er-do-well. After a few seasons, his mum and pater had had enough and sent him off to join the Long Patrol, under Lord Urthpaw the Mighty. He was escorted to the mountain by a good friend of his parents, the sea otter Greykin, a drifter, who taught him everything he knows today. They formed a bond of sorts, though Greykin was gruff and aloof by nature, and once the lad was at the mountain, didn't even stay for supper. The trek with Greykin had tempered Vander's wild side somewhat, but even then, he had one major problem. He couldn't follow orders.

No matter how many times he was thrown in the guardhouse, threatened or yelled at, he simply wasn't cut out for regimental life. Finally, Colonel Windbright threw up his paws and gave up. Vander gladly left the mountain, with no possessions but the mess jacket on his back and a walking staff with a haversack of rations tied to the end. He struck northward, wandering from place to place, always having a tale to tell, or news to bring for a bite of food and a rest for the night. He never stayed in one place for long, and in no time, he had reached the Northlands.

In the harsh world of the North, he joined company with a tribe of warlike mountain hares. He honed his skills in whatever weapon was given him, mace, sword, dagger, axe, but his best weapons were always his fists. He had learned one thing in his brief time at Salamandastron, and that was the art of boxing. He was a superb boxer, besting even his teacher, Major Fwin Fettlescut. But it was here in the unforgiving Northlands where he became legendary as a Brawler. One way a clan who had offence against his neighbour would settle their grievances, was with a brawl between two champions from among their ranks. The champions would fight with weapons or not, in a savage struggle until one or the other was too weak to stand on his own two paws.

And Vander grew in height and in powerful sinew and bone until he stood almost a head taller than most of the mountain hares, save only their leader, a craggy-featured battler called Gornall, who had nearly lost an eye in a fight to the death against the leader of a rival clan. After many seasons, Vander took his leave of the clan and set to wandering once more.